Writing is learning to see in the dark

life; thoughts

The purr of the HVAC and scent of fir, burnt incense. Accent lights and a far-off tick from a clock. Memory of a dream-scene: a wooden grandfather clock on its side, gutted, awaiting repair. The LED on the stove, 5:50…. Read More ›

Today’s my day, 1970: born across the street from the Allentown Fair while my dad was having a hamburger and my mom labored. They were 21, met in the laundromat, my mom folding my dad’s laundry. Married two months later,… Read More ›

Paying the neighbor kid to blow the leaves off our sports court. Awakening to the glow of a laptop, hours before sun. Before, I used to just sit here in the morning, letting the coffee sink in and thinking about… Read More ›

I got the “procedure” today, as I described to Lily – something about not wanting to have kids again, put gingerly. “You and Charlotte are plenty, honey.” The doctor was matter-of-fact, swift, and at times, downright gruff in the way… Read More ›

The last time we were home for Easter, I drove by the apartment where I grew up, on Lehigh Street. We lived there for 12 years, in a two bedroom apartment with the washer and dryer right there in the… Read More ›

Since we came back from Europe, we’ve wanted to settle down. At the same time, we resist. So…we’re left unsettled. It’s hard being in between, even if it means free rent and a place with a view. When it’s not… Read More ›

Today, I was in a hallway conversation that went something like this: With STAR transitioning to Symphony, do ALS and GLS both have to be on the MWS before we can proceed? There is no time to really talk these… Read More ›